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#yandere fairytale au
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Prince Charming! Hawks would definitely be barely crossing the line into scumbag territory.
Like, MF would be looking for ways into blackmailing Princess! Reader into marriage. Hawks is an absolute charming bastard who can manipulate an entire room if he wanted to.
Not to mention he’s low key pervy. Sure he’s not Shigaraki level bad but he’s getting there.
Hawks has a breeding kink, he wants at least 5 little ones running around and stuff. MF has an entire BABY NAME BOOK that he has skimmed through.
What’s worse is that he did find a way to blackmail you into marriage, Dabi just got to you first.
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(Post your hate for Hawks below 🥰/j)
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atierrorian · 8 months
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Summary: You stumble upon an abandoned Ramshackle previously owned by the famous author Crowley. And as an Urban explorer, you explore the abandoned Ramshackle with your friend and stumble upon his study room filled with books written by Crowley.
Based on this idea:
Note: All of the dorms are going to be separate and I might continue this if you guys want me to continue it and if I feel like it as well!
Prologue || Heartslabyul || Savanaclaw || Octavinelle || Scarabia || Pomefiore || Ignidhye || Diasomnia
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: ̗̀➛Prologue: ̗̀➛
I looked at the opened gate of the Ramshackle which was previously owned by the famous author Crowley, who was said to have written the best books of his time. I was an Urban explorer along with my friend Tyna who was currently walking around the premise.
I sighed and walked along the path that led to the Ramshackle, my footsteps being heavy as I kept walking until I was in front of the door. Tyna kept looking around the house while I went inside.
The interior was no better than the exterior, it was dark and I could barely see the inside of the house and decided to use a flashlight to illuminate the hallway.
It was a little bit better, I could see a little bit from the light of the flashlight and saw cobwebs and destroyed furniture that was beyond repair and rubble.
I looked around for a little bit more and saw multiple photo frames that were cracked and saw books and crumpled papers on the floor. I pointed my flashlight at the end of the hallway and saw that there were more to explore.
I turned off my flashlight and went outside and called Tyna so we both could explore the inside together.
"Tyna! You wanna go and explore the inside with me? Or are you gonna continue exploring the outside?" I yelled, not too loud to the point it was obnoxious, but enough for her to hear.
"Uhm you go ahead, I'll keep exploring the outside okay?" She said, not looking at me but kept walking around. I sighed and nodded at the response before going back inside and turning on my flashlight again.
I went inside again and walked down the hallway while my flashlight illuminated the area. There were multiple candle holders on the wall and decided to use a match to light them up.
I took out my match from my pocket and lit up a match stick, the fire was low due to the wind from the shattered windows and I had to cover the stick so it wouldn't go out. I went to one of the candle holders and lit one up before lighting up the rest of the candles.
I blew out the fire and I could see a little bit without my flashlight and that was good enough for me. I continued walking in hopes of finding something interesting.
When I reached the end of the hallway, there was a staircase that led to the second floor, and decided to climb it.
I reached the second floor and used my flashlight since there weren't any candle holders like on the first floor. There were still multiple cobwebs and rubble and destroyed furniture.
Some of the rooms were locked on the second floor except for one.
I held the doorknob before turning it, I was able to open it and went inside the room. When I went inside the room, I was a bit surprised. It barely looked destroyed and was kept clean. It looked like a study room that was filled with bookshelves, and all of the books were written by Crowley.
Some were published and some were not.
But it was strange. The room was kept neat and it barely looked like it was abandoned. It was strange, to say the least, and creepy.
"Has someone been here before? But that can't be, this is a Ramshackle and it had been abandoned for years now." I looked around the place for a little bit before I heard a thud.
I slightly jumped at the noise before looking around and saw it was a book that fell off one of the shelves. The book had no details on the cover and it was only blank.
And out of my curiosity, I went to pick up the book and placed it on the table that still had a working lamp. "Weird..." I mumbled before opening the book, the pages were blank and the more I kept turning the pages the more I saw blank pages and the more I felt dizzy.
I could barely see as my vision was now blurry and my body felt limped before I suddenly fell unconscious.
"Poor poor child... They have no idea what they got themselves into..."
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dappledstars · 9 months
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( haven’t you always wanted a fairytale life, love? ) ✧ — pt. 1 ; yandere genshin characters, but it’s disney !! ( with venti + scara ) ; gn!reader
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( VENTI in PETER PAN ) who just can’t wait for you to say those words, and let him take you away to Neverland. It was a classic to find children dreaming about his tale. But what happens when he found someone who just wouldn’t let his story go? He found himself watching you. And he can’t wait. When would you realise you didn’t want to grow up? Once you’ve said it, you can’t take it back. Pass the second star, and you’re his. He’ll lure you in with the wonders of the place — mermaids, pirates, fantastical beings. You’ll never suspect his darker intentions. Every single moment you spend there tightens your bond to him, and soon, it’s physically impossible for you to leave. You wouldn’t want to though, right? Outside, it’s full of oppression, stress and growing up. Maybe it’s better for you to stay… forever. Don’t worry, he’ll keep you safe from danger and from everyone else. <3
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( SCARAMOUCHE in THE CAT PRINCE ) who was an extremely bratty prince until he was cursed to live as a cat. You know the tale. Once he kisses his true love, he’ll turn back into his original self. When he meets you, he knows you’re the one. Kind, sweet and just so utterly innocent, his polar opposite. That little twinkle in your eyes when you caress him in your arms, the way you pet him ever so gently. Then it finally came. You nuzzled into his ever-so soft indigo fur and gave him a small peck on his muzzle. Finally… Imagine your surprise when a young man captured you in a kiss instead of the fluffy kitty you adored. He’d laugh at your shock and explain his situation with an easy grin. You didn’t know it yet, but the moment you picked the pitiful cat up on the streets, you became his. And that’s how you’ll stay, right? After all, the prince always gets his princess in the end.
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Fairytale prompt 7 please with Prosciutto. A Cinderella tale where darling just wants to spend the night away from their family and unknowingly bumps into prince Prosciutto
Finally I finished it... nearly 7000 words 💀
This was actually quite enjoyable to write.
The hazelnut tree
(Yandere Prosciutto X Female Reader)
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Like every day before you scrubbed the stone floors, Subjected to a maid's duty. Unfortunately, you had no choice, when your father died the estate was left to your cruel stepmother who left you with only two options: serve as a maid or leave with nothing. So for the past decade, you had spent cooking and cleaning. Slowly trying to salvage valuables and small sums of money to lead to an eventual escape.
You flinched as you heard a knock on the door. You quickly got up and ran to the door. Opening it revealed a finely dressed delivery man.
"Hello, what brings you here today?" You asked.
"I have come with invitations from the Royal family, all the ladies of the kingdom are requested to attend a three-night soiree so that the prince may find a bride" he explained as he searched through a velvet satchel.
"Residents?" He asked you.
"(L/n)" you replied. It took the man a while but he eventually pulled out three envelopes before he bid you farewell. You closed the door and placed them on the nearby table before returning to your work.
Time passed with the only sound being that of the brush you were scrubbing with. After you had finished you emptied the remaining water in the garden before going back inside and sitting on the lounge to rest your aching body but of course, luck was not on your side as the door opened and your stepmother and sisters entered.
"Slacking off as usual?" Your stepmother asked in an accusatory tone.
"I just finished scrubbing the floors…" you sighed before pointing to the table. You would have gotten up but you were far too sore to do anything, even though you knew that not doing so would result in no dinner.
"A delivery man arrived with invitations to a royal ball today" you explained and your step sisters' eyes lit up with excitement as they rushed to the table and picked the letters up and tore the envelope straight off. They could barely contain their excitement as they read through it.
"Mother, the prince will be choosing a bride at the ball!" One of them squealed.
"Prince Prosciutto… to marry him would be a blessing" the other swooned. You had heard them talk about the prince before. They would sometimes see him in the town and would return talking to each other for what seemed like hours. His light blonde hair that was always finely styled, and his fair, porcelain skin was. His eyes that were an icy blue. They fancied him a fair bit.
They put down the letters before noticing the third.
"What? (Y/N) got an invitation?!" One of them scoffed which caught your stepmother's attention. You leaned forward a bit. Shocked to hear that you had received an invitation.
"Now why would a lowly maid like her be invited?" She asked.
"The delivery man told me all women of the kingdom are invited" you replied. She shot daggers at you with her piercing glare.
"What a waste of the Prince's time, why would he want to associate with peasants? Surely there are enough noble women for at least one to catch his attention. So why throw those filthy, lowly creatures into the mix" she sneered before grabbing the letter and ripping it.
You tried to remain unfazed but deep down it hurt. To be considered less than human, to have your right to three nights to experience something you had dreamt about since you were a child to be torn to pieces.
That night you hadn't expected to cry into the sack you called a pillow but you did. Despite everything they already put you through this felt like the worst. You wanted to leave now but you knew you were not yet prepared. You had to wait it out for at least another year if you wanted to get anywhere.
As the days went on all your step sisters could that about was the upcoming ball. The month was spent by them going out in search of the perfect attire. From their jewelry to their shoes they spared no expense in hopes the prince would choose them. Every now and then you asked your stepmother if she would let you attend in hopes she'd say yes but she refused every time until the night before the ball.
"Yes," she replied.
"Really?" You asked her.
"Of course sweet, dear (Y/n), but only if you are able to complete this list of tasks" she lulled in a sickeningly sweet tone before thrusting the list into your hands nearly causing you to fall. You read the list most were the regular chores while others were different. Like sorting lentils out of soot, counting every stone in the floor, and other seemingly impossible tasks. Yet you managed to work throughout the night and into the day, completing every task on that list.
You showed her all the work you had done. She seemed impressed and that gave you hope.
"That's great but you must be so tired from all that work and it seems you don't have a dress ready. I'm afraid I can't let you come" she feigned worry and her daughters laughed in response. It felt like a knife had been driven straight into your heart. You shouldn’t have had hope, of course, she'd never let anything good happen in your life.
You watched as they left before going to the backyard, sitting under the large hazelnut tree that had been planted atop your mother's grave. You hugged the tree as if she was there as you cried.
"All I wanted to do was attend the ball… I just wanted to know what it was like" you sobbed. You continued to cry for a while but when you finally got up you noticed something odd. A pair of heels made of glass had seemingly grown on the tree you pulled them off. Then you saw the most beautiful silver dress. You carefully removed the dress and brought the dress and shoes inside to try on and to your surprise, they fit you perfectly, as if they had been made for you. The glass heels were unusually comfortable, allowing you to step gracefully with ease as if you were barefoot.
Still, you wondered how you would make it to the ball. You stepped outside and your eyes widened in shock as you saw a stunning white carriage parked outside. You walked to the front where the carriage rider sat.
"Umm, sir could you tell me what's going on?" You asked. He turned to you and smiled.
"You're heading to the ball of course ma'am" he replied sweetly.
"There must be some mix up-" you tried to explain but he cut you off.
"No there is no mix-up, you wished to attend the ball so you shall. Now you should quickly hop in so you're not late" he said. You were confused, left with more questions than answers but you entered the carriage anyway.
'Wish?' You thought to yourself. Yes, it was your wish but how? Such things only happened in fairytales. you looked out the window to see the glow of the castle draw closer and your heart fluttered.
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The carriage slowed and you could see the castle right in front. A velvet carpet was rolled out to invite all the guests. The carriage then stopped and the door was opened. You got out and looked in awe at everything, this didn't feel real. You took slow steps as you made your way to the doorway. This all must have been a dream, this was too good to be true.
Heads turned as you walked into the enormous ballroom. Whispers you couldn't make out reached your ears. It wasn't long before men lined up to ask you to dance with them and you accepted each one. Blissfully dancing the night away. Between breaks, the women complimented you including your step sisters who seemed clueless as to who you were.
Throughout all this The prince watched from afar, curious as to who the woman was now talking about. He tried to approach however you hurried out of the ball before he'd gotten a chance to speak to you, but he did not threaten as he knew you'd return tomorrow night.
You had hurried off to the carriage after seeing the time, knowing your step-relatives would be leaving soon you had to make it home, or else they would know.
When you arrived home. you returned the dress and shoes to the hazelnut tree and went straight to bed. Shortly you could hear the door open and the mutter of your step-relatives. Your step sisters talking about how beautiful the mysterious woman was and how they would need better outfits if they were to impress the prince while their mother tried to discredit the woman.
In the mornings your step sisters boasted about the ball and told you about the mystery woman but when trying to describe her they couldn't. They remember her but her features were hazy. Even your stepmother was perplexed by how she forgot the appearance of such a distinct person.
After that they left early to find another, better dress to wear and returned after noon to start getting ready while you continue with your chores. Once they left you made your way to the hazel tree to find the same glass heels and a golden dress that was even more beautiful than last night's dress. You put them on and got into the carriage once more.
Once again you conversed and danced but you couldn't help but be lured to one of the balconies by the cold breeze that flowed from them. You looked out to the garden, they were already so beautiful. You could only imagine how much more beautiful it looked during the day before a voice interrupted your thoughts.
"You look so beautiful in that dress, from which kingdom do you come from?" A soothing voice asked. You turned to see a fair-skinned man with icy blue eyes and well-kept blonde hair wearing a fine royal blue suit.
"Thank you, sir, I have lived in this kingdom my whole life" you replied which earned a slight chuckle from him.
"Well I have not seen such craftsmanship from here… and I would have assumed that someone from this kingdom would undoubtedly know the face of their Prince" he spoke.
You felt your heart stop for a second, you were embarrassed that you had spoken so lowly to him.
"I'm so sorry your majesty! It was rude of me to speak like that to you. I've not been outside of my family's property in many years" you apologized and explained as you bowed before him.
"I'll consider accepting your apology, but only if you'll accompany me tonight," he said with a smirk. You were flustered, why would the prince want you around him?
"I am so sorry your majesty but I am not worthy of such a privilege" you replied. Another chuckle passed his lips and he got closer.
"No, it would be a great privilege for me to be around you. Last night I had heard so many people speak so highly of you, I had tried to get my chance to dance with you last night but you had left before I had the opportunity to ask" he retorted.
You were shocked that the prince wanted to dance with you, as wonderful as it sounded you really didn't want that kind of attention. You wanted to refuse his proposal but you were afraid of what the consequences might be so you accepted.
You waltzed with him a lot longer than you had with any of the dance partners you had before. During the dance, he asked you question after question. You kept vague with your responses.
"You never told me your name" He stated.
For a few seconds, you remained silently debating on whether you should tell him or lie. You thought back to the morning and remembered how your step-relatives couldn't remember you last night. Perhaps the same would apply with your name.
"My name is (Y/n)" you told him.
"(Y/n) is such a lovely name… it suits you very well" he complimented you.
"Thank you" you replied before looking at the clock and seeing the time it was nearly twelve. You had to leave.
"Your majesty-" you tried to speak but he cut you off.
"You do not have to be so formal with me, just call me Prosciutto," he told you.
"Prosciutto It's getting late, I have to leave" you explained as you tried to pull away.
"But the ball isn't even close to finishing tonight, if you're worried about your family then I'll explain, just point out to them" he explained.
"No, I have to leave now!" You explained in a dire tone.
Prosciutto noticed your apparent stress and pulled you into an embrace.
"Whatever it is that's forcing you not to stay isn't important, if you have a problem just tell me… I'll make sure to solve it" he spoke in a sickly sweet tone with the slightest bit of poison as if he held contempt towards something, making a shiver go down your spine.
You could feel many eyes on you. You managed to escape his grip and make your way to the carriage and leave. You were shaken by what had just happened. Your heart was pounding rapidly.
When you finally arrived home you once again returned the clothes and got into bed just before your step relatives arrived home. They talked more about the lady at the ball. One of the stepsisters even mentioned that she overheard some of the conversations the prince had with her. Tell the other two that the lady's name was (Y/n) but never correlated it to you.
After the ball had ended the prince did not rest until he had a plan set to capture the woman who kept eluding him. He ordered tar and a spare carpet and informed the servants of the plan before finally resting in the late morning.
That morning you served breakfast to your step-relatives. They only talked about the woman again.
"What was her name again? You told us last night but I cannot remember" your stepmother asked one of her daughters.
"Her name was…" she tried to reply but paused for a few seconds.
"Well I actually can't remember either" she continued. From a distance, you sighed in relief.
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In the evening you watched your step relatives leave again before sitting down. Tonight you intended to stay home after last night's ordeal. You didn't need any of that attention. Minutes passed before there was a knocking at the door. You opened it to see the carriage driver that had driven you to the ball the last two nights holding the glass heels and a dark blue dress with diamonds sewn into it, making it look like a starry night sky.
"You'll be late to the ball if you don't get ready now," he told you.
"I'm sorry but I don't want to go tonight" you replied.
"But it was your wish to attend," he retorted.
"Yes I know it was my wish to go and I did but I've had enough" you explained before closing the door. You took a step away from the door before hearing the familiar sound of the glass heels. You looked down to see you were in the dress.
"What?!" You exclaimed before opening the door again where the man still stood.
"I don't want to go, please" you begged the man.
"I'm sorry but I can't change anything, it's your wish and I must grant it" explained.
"Well now I wish to not go," you told him.
"That isn't how it works I'm afraid, the wish must be fulfilled," he told you as he gently took hold of your hand. Even though he used very little force, your body complied with his movements against your will. You stepped into the carriage and the door closed before it began to move. You sat thinking but couldn't wrap your head around this wish thing.
Once you had arrived you had reluctantly left the carriage and were instantly greeted by the prince.
"And I was starting to think you weren't going to show up," he said. You tried to speak but you couldn't.
"It was such a shame that you had left so soon last night, should we continue where we left off?" He asked. As he took your hand.
"No…" you muttered and the look in his eyes changed, you couldn't figure out what it meant but it put you on edge.
"Well we don't have to dance, perhaps we could just wander the garden away from all the guests" he suggested.
"That's a lovely offer but what if people get the wrong idea?" You replied.
"And what do you mean by the wrong idea?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
"People will start thinking that there's something between us" you replied, earning a chuckle from the blonde.
"So let them, I don't care what they think," he said as pulled you to the garden.
Once again he asked you questions about your life and again you answered vaguely. Every once and a while he'd point out a plant or ornament that he was particularly fond of before you reached the back of the castle which was a small atrium area.
"I want to show you some friends of mine," he told you as he opened the door for you. You cautiously entered the atrium and you were greeted by the caws of a pair of crowd.
"Hubert, Francine calm down," he told the crows as he closed the door behind him. They quickly flew to a nearby branch less than a meter away from you.
"This is the closest I've been to a bird in my life," you said.
"Crows are very intelligent birds, once you feed them a few times they become very loyal creatures," he explained.
"I've trained them for quite some time, recently the duke of a nearby kingdom kept harassing me to marry his daughter for months on end and do you know how I got him to stop?" He continued.
"How?" You asked expecting him to tell you he had gotten them to harmlessly terrorize the Duke but what he did tell you made you feel sick to your stomach.
"I got them to peck his eyes out, he screamed like an absolute imbecile" he confessed.
"What?!" You exclaimed against your will. Why would the prince do something so horrible, he was supposed to be the future king.
"What, Are you afraid they'll hurt you? If so I can assure you they won't" he tried to reassure you.
"No… why would you subject someone to that in the first place?" you asked, absolutely mortified by how casual he was about it.
"Because he was wasting so much of my time, surely you must have some idea of what it's like?" he reasoned. At that moment you knew you had to leave.
"I should be heading home…" you said but he grabbed your wrist with a brutal force. At that moment he forgot his plan. He had to make his intentions known.
"And again like last night and the night before you want to leave early. Whatever it is you keep leaving for is not as important as right now" he hissed in almost a scolding manner.
"Once you're mine you won't need to worry at all. Everyone and thing will bend on your wim" he proclaimed.
"No!" You screamed as you tried to escape his grasp.
"No?" He asked you as he tightened his grip on your wrist, making you whimper.
"No, you're a horrible person!" you replied. You felt a painful pop in your wrist that caused you to fall to your knees.
"No, let go! You're going to break my hand!" You pleaded as tears escaped your eyes.
"You decide, either you comply or I will," he told you sternly. Without realizing it you had headbutt him right sternum causing him to let go of your wrist. You quickly took the advantage to run but he was quick to chase after you. You nearly ripped every door off offs hinges as you tried to escape.
You finally found the ballroom and with little care, you pushed past others.
"(Y/n!)" you heard Prosciutto's voice call out softly in comparison to how he was just a moment ago.
Once you had left the building you had tried running down the steps only to find tar had been slathered on the carpet, causing one of the glass heels to get stuck you turned around to see Prosciutto and his guards approaching so you got it off your foot and hurried down the rest of the stairs and into the carriage, only just managing to escape. Your heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to give out. When you arrived home you hurried to get rid of the heel and dress before going inside and lying in bed, your heart still pounding.
Your step-relatives arrived shortly after like the nights before. Theorizing about what possibly happened but never once did they believe the prince was at fault.
It terrified you. Was what you saw a side of him that most never saw? How could people who for a self-centered prince who would take the enjoyment out of people's pain and suffering?
If he found you, who knows what he'd do?
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The news spread quickly. Within only a few days the whole kingdom knew about the search for the woman at the ball. The prince was going from residence to residence in search of the woman who would fit the glass heel. It was only a matter of time before he would arrive.
In the night you pulled out the valuables you had hidden. You had to escape now. You packed for the journey out of the kingdom before you felt a breath on your neck.
"I knew you were up to something" your stepmother hissed.
"I've… decided to leave," you said, attempting to sound headstrong but failing.
"With all of this that was stolen from me?" she asked.
"No, this is my father's wealth! Not a cent of it is yours!" You retorted only to be met with a harsh slap in the face.
"Don't you dare speak to me like that!" She snarled as she delivered blow after blow to you, leaving you disoriented.
"You horrible girl, I should have just thrown you into the snowy streets when he died! You grew up to be nothing but rotten!" she yelled. You felt yourself slowly slipping into unconsciousness as she continued her tirade.
You woke later to find you had been tied to one of the support pillars in the basement.
"Oh God, what does she intend to do to me?" you muttered to yourself.
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Prosciutto looked at the long list of the names of the various households of the kingdom as the carriage rocked on the uneven path. So far his attempts to find his lady had been futile.
He'd have made a bounty for her but he could not remember her name nor how she looked, which was very odd considering that usually he could remember people with ease. Whenever he tried to remember her it was always obscured, like a thick haze in his mind.
"(L/n)" he read the name of the residence he was attending next. The original owner had died and left the home to his second wife and they had three daughters from previous marriages.
The carriage came to a halt. He looked out the window to see the house and put down the list. He then grabbed the velvet box he had stored the heel in before exiting the carriage.
He followed his guards and servants to the door before one of them knocked. It only took a few seconds before two young ladies opened with enthusiasm.
"Welcome your majesty!" They greeted him in union. He knew instantly that neither of them was the woman he sought.
"Thank you and good morning to you both" he replied before he entered. He looked around the entrance. Taking particular note of a painting of a man and what he assumed was his daughter. Something about the young girl in that painting intrigued him.
"Who are those two in that painting there?" He asked.
"That was my late husband" an older lady replied as she made her way down the stairs.
"And the child?" He asked her.
"Nothing of importance, I've actually been meaning to have that painting removed for a while now but is up too high for anyone to reach" she explained, still not giving him a clue as to who the girl was.
"Well, I'm sure you know why I am here?" He said.
"Yes, I'm well aware as to why, may I have a minute with daughters before they try on the shoe?" She asked.
"Of course" he replied and as soon as he said that she and the two girls walked into one of the nearby rooms and closed the door. He followed shortly after to listen.
"Sacrifices must be made to ensure that you prosper," the lady told her daughters.
"No, I can't do that! I'd never be able to walk again if I did that!" One of the daughters exclaimed in horror.
"I agree. You can't expect us to mutilate ourselves to fit the shoe?" The other daughter said.
"You'll not need to walk when you are queen, it is a small price to pay to become " the mother spoke harshly. Now the prince knew for certain that they were not the one.
He returned to the entrance where he waited for them to return. After a couple of minutes, they exited the room. One of the girls was visibly in pain. His eyes moved to the ground where he could see a trail of blood. He was actually quite amused that she'd actually gone through with that sacrifice her mother had spoken of.
The other girl sat on the nearby chair first and let the servants attempt to put the heel on but her toes could not fit. She sighed in defeat before she let her sister take her place. The servants tried again and it fit. She squealed in joy as she looked at the prince who nodded in disapproval.
"Don't celebrate yet, I want to see you walk that bloody trail there and back, and tell me what that so-called sacrifice has done for you?" he demanded in a snarky tone. Her skin paled in horror.
"Now where is (y/n)? Is she, not a resident here too?" He asked the mother.
"She is not a resident, she is merely a servant my late husband left us" she explained.
"So where is she?" He asked again.
"She's in the basement, I found out she was stealing from us and I have her there as her punishment, there is no need to even concern yourself with that rat since she hadn't attended the ball," she said with bitterness in her tone.
"Are you sure she didn't? the lady at the ball always seemed to rush home early, almost like she was worried something would happen if she didn't leave early" he retorted as he began to put all the pieces together.
"I'm sure of it, there was no way she could have. She had no transportation, not even a dress she could wear" she replied adamantly.
"Well surely there would be no harm in having her try it on, I'm just trying to be thorough in my search," he said as he took the now bloody heel from his servant.
"Alright your majesty" she sighed in defeat before guiding the prince to the basement. She opened the door. The light framing you, head hung low in defeat.
"What… What are you going to do to me?" You asked weakly before you lifted up your head to look towards the door. Your eyes widened in shock as you saw the prince holding the heel.
"No" you muttered. The prince smiled as he looked down at you.
"(Y/n) isn't it?" He asked.
"Yes," you weakly replied as you watched him make his way down the stairs with the heel in his hand.
"I'm just here to get you to try this on" he explained softly. As if you were a small animal that could flee at any point.
"But I never attended the ball, it's a waste of time" you tried to reason. He kneeled before you and tried to grab your leg but you used what little strength you had to kick.
"I'm just being as thorough in my search," he told you before leaning closer.
"And… just as a secret between you and me. I know that the lady at the ball doesn't want to be found" he whispered, his hot breath grazing your neck making your body seize up. He took your ankle quickly and tried to get the heel on but you managed to kick it off before he had the chance to fit it.
The glass heel flew in the air before hitting the ground and smashing into millions of tiny pieces. You turned back to see the prince smile.
"I guess that was useless in the end… but that display of yours was quite telling" he snickered to himself before grabbing something out of his pocket.
"Guards I want these women arrested" he commanded in a cold tone before returning his attention to you. Now you could see the small knife in his hand.
"Look at all those bruises… I can't have you looking like that at our wedding, I'll have to push back the date" he muttered as he sawed at the thick rope that bound you to the pillar.
"However if Wench hadn't caught you stealing then you probably would have fled to some other kingdom, am I right?" He accused you but you couldn't respond. You held your head low. Terrified of what your future would hold.
"Was I right?" He asked as he grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. You nodded up and down slightly. He was satisfied with your response and returned to cutting the rope.
Once the rope snapped he put his knife away before picking you up and holding you in bridal style. Some would swoon at the idea of being rescued by a handsome prince and being carried back to a castle but this was a nightmare for you, uncertain of what he had planned, and as much as you wanted to run you knew you couldn't, even trying to move your hand was impossible.
He carried you out to his carriage while ordering his guards to stay until he had a wagon come back to collect the prisoners.
A servant opened the carriage door and the prince laid you down with your head on his lap. Soon the carriage began to move.
He combed his fingers in your hair as he stared down at you.
"That beautiful face, I remember it clear as day now" he spoke to himself as he admired you.
"I love you, even if you're too stubborn to reciprocate my feelings, " he said.
"I'll never love you!" You snarled as you turned your head away from his gaze.
"You don't really have a choice, what are you going to do, try to run away again? Because if that is the case I've already planned for that thoroughly. You're never going to succeed much less be even able to attempt an escape" he explained.
"So is locking me up your plan?" You asked.
"You think I'm going to do the same thing that woman did to you? I promise you I'm not going to do something so degrading. After all, you are my dear princess" he tried to reassure you.
"I have absolutely no trust towards you! You threatened to break my hand that night" you retorted.
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The carriage halted and the door opened. Prosciutto didn't spare a second to hold you in his arms again. As he brought you inside the castle he ordered his servants.
"Have a wagon brought to the (L/n) residence to capture the three women there" he ordered one of the guards before walking to one of the maids
"I want you and the others to start immediately on what I'm requesting. She needs a bath run, fresh clothing, lunch prepared, and a notice sent to all those on the list I wrote for the wedding plans" he listed off to the poor maid who looked at you with pity.
He walked you up the stairs and through the halls til he reached a door. He lowered your legs gently til your feet just touched the cold marble floor. He opened the door to reveal a large bedroom.
The walls were a soft green, the fabrics were white with golden details, the furniture was made of maple wood, and a balcony behind a pair of doors. He walked you in and laid you on the large, soft bed.
"This will be the room you'll stay in until we marry. The maids should arrive soon to take you to the bath" he explained before leaving. He closed the door behind him and the loud click of the lock followed.
You tried to stand on your feet but fell to the cold floor after several attempts before you finally succeeded. You checked the door and indeed it was locked. You then looked to the balcony. You made your way there and checked the doors but they had also been locked.
For what seemed like forever you spent searching for an escape, even pushing furniture in hopes there may be a secret passage but it seemed like Prosciutto was true to his words. He really had made any attempt of escape impossible.
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For two weeks you had been trapped in that room. Only allowed out to bathe and eat. Every day Prosciutto would come, sometimes with wedding planners and seamstresses as the days drew closer to the wedding.
Today was the day. Your heart ached as you looked in the full body mirror to see the beautiful white gown and veil on you, it hurt knowing you were going to marry a man you felt nothing but contempt for. A knock at the door got your attention.
"Your majesty, are you ready?" One of the servants asked. You made a deep sigh, resigning your fate.
"Yes…" you replied as you made your way to the door. It opened and you stepped out. One of the maids handed you a bouquet of pink gladiolus, white Rhododendrons, and purple Hyssop. You silently took them before being guided to the carriage. In there you cried, terrified of the future.
Once you arrived at the church you wiped your tears and contemplated on one last attempt to escape, to run into the woods and not look back but you knew Prosciutto would have prepared for that well in advance.
You got out of the carriage and walked in and the organ began to play. Everyone looked at you in awe, some perhaps were envious. It made you wish you could just switch places with one of those unsuspecting women but unfortunately, that was outside the realm of possibility.
You made your way to the podium where he waited with a smile on his lips, his victory would soon be sealed.
"You look radiant today my love" he complimented you but you refused to respond. The bishop began the ceremony. As he spoke you felt your blood boil as you desperately tried to not scream. You remember the many warnings Prosciutto told you when practicing your vows.
'If you so much as stutter at the wedding I'll make sure you regret it. Our wedding will be perfect, you hear me?' He had threatened.
"You are everything that I ever dreamt of and the only one I will ever need. Our love for each other is heaven-sent. From today and onward I vow to be here with you and for you, forever and always" Prosciutto declared, Something you had heard a thousand times from hours of practice.
"Now (Y/n), your vows" the bishop instructed. you swallowed all the words that threatened to erupt and took a deep breath before speaking.
"Today I say, I do but to me, that means, I will. I will take your hand and stand by your side in every moment, both the good and the bad. From this day onward I dedicate myself to your happiness, your success, and your smile. I will love you forever" you recited as you placed down your bouquet and took the other ring from the table. In that moment tears rolled down your cheeks. Prosciutto wiped the tears from your face but only to portray himself as someone who genuinely cared about you. If this had been behind closed doors he would have taken amusement at how pathetic you were.
"(Y/n) (L/n) do you take his Majesty, Prince Prosciutto to be husband for now and forever?" The bishop asked. Your heart was pounding in your chest, wanted to scream no and run as fast as you could but you were afraid of what Prosciutto would do if you did.
"I do" you replied, finally sealing your horrid fate. The prince took your hand with no hesitation and slipped on the lavish golden ring.
"And Your Majesty, do you take (Y/n) (L/n) To be your wife for now and forever," the bishop asked him.
"I do" Prosciutto replied before smiling at you. You took his hand as he had yours before and put the ring on his finger.
"With the power vested in me I now pronounce you husband and wife" the bishop announced. The applause of the crowd echoed through the church as Prosciutto laced his hands into yours and pulled you into a long, passionate kiss. It seemed like forever before he ended the kiss, you only got a second or so to leave before he swept you off your feet and walked you down the aisle and toward the carriage.
"I planned for us a wonderful honeymoon, it'll just be you and I but first I have a surprise for you" he cooed as he sat you down.
For the journey, he told you about the royal holiday home he was taking you to. It was up on the top of a seaside cliff, completely isolated from any town.
After a few hours, the carriage stopped at an abandoned building that had particularly collapsed.
"Why did we stop?" You asked.
"Because we're here," he told you as he exited the carriage and offered his hand to you.
"No, I don't trust you," you told him.
"That's a shame, I put a lot of effort into the wedding gift I was going to show you" he sighed.
"I'm not leaving" You stood your ground knowing that his gift would certainly be grim. At that moment he practically tore you out of the carriage and dragged you inside despite your protest.
Inside you were confronted with the horrible sight of your step-relatives. Bruised, starved, and bound to support pillars much the same as your stepmother had done to you.
You knew it was some sick, twisted form of vengeance that the prince had devised, maybe you should have taken joy in seeing those who had ruined your life in such pain but you could only feel horrible as they screamed out desperate apologies to you.
"They've suffered enough, please let them go" you pleaded to Prosciutto who only nodded in opposition.
"My love, you don't understand? These three have caused you nothing but suffering. Surely there must be some side of you that is happy to see them getting their just desserts?" He asked you.
"No not one inch of me enjoys watching another suffer" you responded before your attention was caught by a pair of crows. The prince's crows.
"Oh God no!" You screamed as you ran in front of your step-relatives.
"(Y/n) my dear, you shouldn't do that" he warned you.
"No, I'm not going to let you do that to them!" You retorted.
"Hubert, Francine" he called before pointing. They cawed in response before flying above and behind, quick to attack them.
"No stop!" You shouted as you tried to fend off the birds before Prosciutto grabbed you and pulled you back. Their hollers and screams grew louder and louder as the crows pecked and scratched at their eyes. You were crying and screaming as you helplessly watched them suffer.
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daze4all · 4 months
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Yandere Werewolf! Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, Blade Fairytale/Halloween Honkai Star Rail Boys Drabble Series Idea
Vampire! Dan Heng : Just a Sip?
Werewolf Jing Yuan: Scent Me Plz~
Pirate! Blade : Walk the Plank & bringing the booty
Samplers To Post
Kink Warnings: AU, Biting kink, yandere, feral bois, beserkers , cuddles, spicy suggestions, dirty talk , rutting, chills & Thrills, spooky Halloween antics, guys getting way to close no boundaries here, spicy predator-prey dynamics. Power – Play
Separate Series Idea
Stars Falling Into Fairytales
Stelle X Honkai Star Guys Series Idea!
Synopsis: Stelle falls for Honkai star rail guys and has romantic encounters in classic fairytales with a twist or meets monsters that aren’t so monstrous after all in alternate universes or on trailblazer train travels. Can also be read as reader.
Wish upon star you may meet your prince charming or the monster your meant to be with~
The Little Mermaid Dan Heng x stelle
Vampire! Dan Heng X Stelle continuation.
Prince/ Knight! Gepard  Rapunzal maybe
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mayullla · 2 years
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Title: Mirror Shards
Character(s): Kaeya (Genshin impact)
Summary: Fairytale au, The snow queen (Gerda and Kai) au; Your heart turned to ice the moment a mirror shard touched it. You were cold and harsh yet you could not feel warmth and love. Alone in the snow forest, you saw a beautiful sled stop right in front of you, and a young man looking down at you.
Warnings/tags: Fem!reader, child!reader, platonic yandere (not so obvious but tints of it), fantasy au, kidnapping, manipulation, child reader get her heart frozen by ice making her almost cruel and mean. (But quiet in front of Kaeya)
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You don't know when you have become cold a bitter, such a small child that would always laugh with her friends. Cheerful and bright you were only to suddenly became bitter and filled with tears after everyone heard your scream one day.
You were with your friends when you felt something sharp stab you in your eyes. It was painful and cold as you scream and cried begging your friends or anyone near you to remove what was giving you pain. Yet nobody was able to help you because they saw nothing.
Nobody saw that mirror shard, that melted freezing your heart.
You were taken to your home and cried for hours as you begged your guardian and the village doctor to please remove the thing that was giving you pain yet they too were unable to help but only watch you.
After a while, you finally calmed down, the feeling of the small shards in your eyes all melted but at the same time also leaving your emotions and warmth frozen and trapped with ice.
You didn't smile anymore, you didn't laugh... you could not. You could not find any joy in the things that you used to love you dropped them into the ground as if they never meant anything to you in the first place.
You didn't hang out with your friend anymore pushing them away, finding their touch horrible and disgusting. Even your guardians could not touch you as you would slap their hands away and if they planned to scream or just ask... begging what was the matter... they couldn't when they saw your eyes, lifeless and unempathetic.
They could not understand, yet they tried to help you one way or another... somehow... They hoped to see you react when you saw the food that you loved only for your to turn your nose to it. They tried and tried anything to make you smile.
Yet they could not. As you left to play by yourself in the snowy forest.
"Cold…" You whispered to yourself, removing your knitted gloves your hands to look at them. They were numb yet at the same time you felt pain when you tried to move them.
It was a feeling... yet so weirdly uncomfortable... weird if not hollow.
Staring blankly at them you suddenly heard the sounds of something running.
Bobbing your head to the side you stood up to take a look at who was coming your way to see a sled being pulled by wolves coming closer to you. On the sled sat a man wearing a white fur coat around him. The man had blue hair that was the shade of night and an eye patch on his eye that reminded you of a regal pirate.
Closer and closer did the sled come till the man noticed you and stopped the sled looking at you. Pulling the reins to stop the wolves as he took a glance over at you.
"What is a child doing here?" He asked looking at you curiously with a smile on his face. When he noticed your gloveless hands he reached out to you, giving you his hand "Are you cold?"
You looked at his hand, your voice quiet unable to utter a word. The man was too magical in your eyes, hand to speak as if there was a certain pressure. Yet the man didn't look offended, instead motioned you to come closer.
Which you did.
"Come here." Kaeya place a blanket around you, a shawl that he used for his lap he gently wrapped it around you.
“...T-thank you…” The shawl was soft and warm, something you wondered if you ever felt after that day. The man chuckled at something as he looked at you, you didn't know why he chuckled yet the amusement dancing in his eyes made you wonder but couldn't ask.
“Would you like to come with me to my castle?”  He asked you his voice soft and elegant as he extended his hand again for you to take. Looking at his gloved hand then his face patiently waiting for your answer. You glanced back at the path to the village.
Yet you could see nothing but forest and your heart froze once more. Turning back to him, you looked at his hand again and hesitantly took it.
“Follow me then.” He gently took your bundled self into his arms, placing you on his lap as he pulled the reigns of the wolfs to move again, you glanced at your own small ledge and gloves on the white floor then the forest path. The wolves howl as they started moving pulling the deluge where you and a man were on. The farther and farther the sled took, the smaller your sled became yet you weren't able to take your eyes away from it as if this was the last time you would ever see it.
The cold air touched your face as you glance at the man his eye was blue yet you could not help yourself but find interest in his pupils that had what looked like a diamond on them, ‘What is your name child?” He asked looking at you, his diamond eye crinkling when you told him your name. “A lovely name you have.”
“...What is your name?” You have the courage to ask as if you were almost scared of this man you found warmth in.
“It has been a while since someone asked me for my name.” The man chuckled, “My name is Kaeya Alberich.” It was a familiar name to you somehow, wondering when you have ever meet this man in your life.
It was the name of a king that your grandmother told you of, a man that lived in the tall frosty mountains that only experiences dared to climb. A lonely king she told you yet you have no memory of.
The man pulled out a tin box, something that looked so intricately designed and pretty to look at as you wondered what was inside. The man chuckled at your interest touching your nose and surprising you as if to tease you. “Would you like to eat one?”
You tilted your head, “Eat?”
“They are chocolate. A sweet delight, dear.” His words brought your childish interest as you looked at him almost expectantly making him laugh again as he opened the tin box. Kaeya placed the white chocolate in your mouth, which you hesitantly bit into. The chocolate slowly melted in your mouth leaving a sweet taste that must have shown on your face when the man laughed again.
“You are quite the adorable girl aren't you.”
You don't remember how long you stayed in the man's lap, but as the weather grew colder and colder you started to tremble. The man must have noticed it when he gently moved to cover you more with the banket and adjusted you nearer to his body so that he could drape his fur jacket around you covering your face from the blizzard that was slowly getting worst.
You didn't feel any warmth from the man, yet the warmth and comfort from the jacket and blanket lulled you to sleep as you listened to the howling sounds of the wind. A gloved hand touched your forehead clearing the fur so that it would not tickle you too much but you were asleep by then.
"You have woken up? Here why don't you drink a little bit of this."
The moment you opened your eyes, you wondered where you were when the man who took you away from your home appeared behind the door. He was holding something… two glasses.
"Your eyes are really a delight I must say. Expressive little things." You wondered if he was telling the truth or not. Your guardian and others all thought that you lost all your emotions a long time ago. 
"Are you curious about what this is?" he asked a little smile on his face. "It is hot chocolate. Something similar to what you ate last time do you remember?" There was a sparkle again in your eyes as he placed the mug in your hand.
"It seems that you do."
Sweet.
“Where are we?” you finally asked the man who cleaned your mouth from the sweet liquid that you just consumed. “You are at my castle, my dear.” He told you “Castle?”
“Yes. A lonely castle my dear. A castle that has long lost the life and joy it once has leaving nothing but frost and snow.” His eyes looked downcast as he touched your cheek, his hand without his gloves was cold as ice.
“Are you a king then?” You asked curiously tilting your head as he smile.
“Later my dear,” he told you, placing a hand on your eyes covered you let yourself fall into darkness once again.
“For now you need your sleep.”
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Note: Not the most yandere just tints of it~! Hope you like it!!
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sanyu-thewitch05 · 1 year
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A Twst Tale: Completely Under Your Love
Wonderland
The Savannah
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Tw: kidnapping, forced feeding, forced weight gain
I feel a space in my bed. Leona must’ve left at some point. Thankfully, today is a new day, and the past is in the past.
“Nyah! I wonder what the next story will be!” Grim meows, jumping into my arms.
“At this point, I don’t want to know,” I answer, walking into the campus building for breakfast.
“I have another task for you!” Crowley announces, grabbing my hand and snapping us into the Mirror Chamber.
“I haven’t even had breakfast yet,” I groan, rubbing my eyes.
“Beggars can’t be choosers, Yuu,” Crowley says as I do the same routine and open the coffin.
Surprisingly, the coffin didn’t send Grim and me screaming. Instead, it sent water swirling around our bodies. The water disappears, and I’m a mermaid while Grim is a tiger shark.
“Cool!” We exclaim, bumping our bodies.
We swim to Ursula’s cave and find Jade, Floyd, and Azul.
I guess it would make sense for them not to change in this story. Though, Azul is as chubby as he was back in the old-school photo.
“Which woe do you want to get rid of?” Azul asks as Jade and Floyd circle around me.
“He can do anything,” Jade whispers.
“Though it will cost you,” Floyd whispers so close to my ear I can feel his teeth.
“I’m here to help you. A little birdie told me you were having self-image issues,” I say, getting straight to the point.
The cave’s entrance slams shut behind me, and the atmosphere is now dark.
“You can’t-you won’t tell anyone about what is said in this cave! If you do, I’ll feed you to Jetsam and Flam!” Azul(Ursula) screams, his tentacles wrapping around every part of me.
“Ok, I’ll stay silent,” I whimper.
“You could say it’s true I have a couple of insecurities. Everyone made fun of me for being chubby and slow. I couldn’t swim as fast as that red-headed mermaid Ariel! She was supposed to come for me to make a deal, but here you are,” Azul rants.
“You look fine. Besides, big boys are the best for the winter. They keep you warm. Plus, when you swim slower, you enjoy the moments of life others may miss because they’re swimming in the fast lane,” I advise, trying to mas Azul feel better.
“I suppose you’re right, but what does it matter? My voice is shit. I can’t even sing a single note,” Azul moans, tears starting to form in his eyes. “If only I had Ariel’s voice.”
“Don’t you have any other talents?” I ask, trying to calm him down.
“He’s an excellent cook. Ursula makes the best meals for us after work,” Jade says, taking out a tray of seaweed wraps. “Try one. They’re delicious.”
I take a seaweed wrap and look at Azul.
“Azul, these are delicious!” I yell, my eyes growing wide.
“Thank you, my parents taught me how to cook. Not everything has to be raw and bland in the sea,” Azul brags, pulling me closer to him with his tentacles. “Also, my name is Ursula, not Azul.”
“Who gives a damn if you can’t sing?! You could become the sea’s best chef with your skills!” I exclaim, swimming forward.
“I suppose I could. Besides, it would take a lot less effort than making deals with other mermaids in exchange for their talents,” Azul notes, looking at the weird wormy things on the floor. “I suppose I’ll have to release you all.”
The worms seem happy and wave from side to side quickly.
“Can you help me taste test my meals?” Azul asks, taking me to a bedroom of sorts.
“Sure!” I say, happy that this isn’t going like the other stories.
“Great! Just stay in this bedroom! You won’t even have to get up for anything!” Azul squeals, taking me to a purple bedroom with many seaweed pillows. “From now on, think of me as your personal caterer!”
Grim swims around while blankly staring. Though, Grim’s most likely asleep right now.
“I’ve come with our dinner! I call it Into the abyss of dreams! One bite, and you’ll be in dreamland!” Azul explains, opening up a tray and revealing a blue fish with a shine to its scales. “I cooked a dream fish. Hopefully, it’s to your tastes. I made it, especially for you, you know.”
I take a bite, and suddenly I start to feel sleepy.
“Azul…I think that name fits me.”
I wake up with my tail attached to a chain. Tentacles are holding every inch of my body.
“Morning, my pearl. I made breakfast for you a bit early. Hopefully, it’s not too cold,” Azul or Ursula says, putting a plate of shrimp in front of me.
"Ursula, what are you doing?!" I yell, trying to get out of his hold.
"No! Call me Azul like from before! I like that name!" Azul pleads, putting a shrimp in my mouth. "Azul feels more right."
I nearly gag from the spoon being pushed so far into my mouth, but I swallow the food. Grim is eating the tail of some large fish while Azul prepares another spoonful for me. I turn my head away.
"You don't like it?" Azul says sadly.
"Let me go!" I yell, tears starting to well in my eyes.
"You can't go, remember? You promised to be my taste tester for every meal. Your only job is to stay in this room, eat my lovely cooking, and give feedback."
"I never promised to stay in this room!"
"You're staying here! You get to be like a princess for the rest of your life! You can eat meals with me forever! What is so bad about me that you can't want to stay!"
"How about you kidnapping me?!"
"JUST EAT!"
Azul shoves a spoonful of shrimp in my mouth, and I nearly choke on it as they go down my throat unchewed. He opens another tray and forcefully feeds me a different meal. I barely have to breathe before he shoves another spoonful of food in my mouth.
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How many days has it been? A month? Forty-three days? Who knows? One thing I know is Azul has no intentions of letting me go. He only feeds me, showers me, and takes care of my basic needs. Of course, his favorite activity is doing my sometimes three times a day shower. He likes to see the food stains on my cheeks. But he really likes looking at my stomach as it grows from me not moving around and only eating. He says it's the sea's way of showing appreciation to him.
"Look at how big your stomach is from eating all my delicious food. I wish I could cram more down there," Azul says, rubbing a tentacle around my stomach.
I've tried everything. I vomited in the toilet after every meal. I haven't eaten for weeks. Somehow he still finds a way to make eating more and painfully make my stomach become bigger from eating all of his food. I hate him.
I hate when he keeps feeding me even when he says I'm full. I hate when my stomach feels like it's about to pop from eating too much.
"How about dessert after this? I found some coco beans in a ship nearby," Azul says, kissing my cheek.
He looks down at my chest, seeing the poorly fit bra shell.
"I'll get you a new one with the money I've earned. Everyone loves my cooking, just like you said," Azul coos, climbing into the tub with me. "I'll be back. I'm getting you a slice of cake to eat."
I silently stare at him like I always do, and Grim swims into the bathroom. He drops a key with an octopus design as its top into my hand, and I catch it, causing a rack to fall over.
"My darling pearl, what are you doing with that key?" Azul asks, walking back into the room.
"Going home," I hoarsely say, making a twisting motion with my wrist.
The world turns black, and I hear the water moving around me. I'm back to how I was before I met Azul, and Grim is back to his cat form. A figure appears, and I walk toward it, hoping it can help.
"Hey, help! I need help!" I yell, feeling the effects of not having my legs for a long time.
"My beautiful pearl, you haven't left me yet," Azul says, turning around to let me see his deformed body.
"Oh my God, Azul!" I yell, about to throw up.
Half of Azul is chubby the other half is skinny like he is in reality. He struggles to walk toward me as his body weight is uneven. A tentacle wraps around my ankle and tries to pull me into the blackness.
"Let go!" I scream, trying to pull my foot up.
Grim bites the tentacle, and it releases me. I take the chance to run away from Azul and head toward a purple light. I hear something on Azul shift into something slimy, and he chases after me.
"My pearl, wait! Don't leave me!" Azul pleads, chasing after me with his tentacles.
I halfway reach the light, but Azul's tentacles stop me. I've had enough of him.
"Leave me alone!" I scream, slapping Azul hard across the face.
All is silent, and then Azul bursts into tears that transform into pearls.
"Please don't go! I promise I'll feed you when you want it! I'll take off the chain more often! I'll invite you to my restaurant! I'll do anything for you! Please don't leave me alone as everyone else did!" Azul wails, getting on his knees and wrapping his arms and tentacles around my waist and legs. "Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please don't leave me my pearl! I can't live without you!"
"Azul, let go!" I yell, trying to peel him off of me.
The purple light moves closer, and I put the octopus key in, letting me return to NRC.
"You aren't real. You don't get to terrorize me," I say before the light takes Grim and me back to the Mirror Chamber.
The coffin slams shut, but something tries to open it from the inside.
"Yuu, there you are. You've been gone for like 43 hours. Everyone was worried," Ace says, walking into the Mirror Chamber. "Are you ok? You look malnourished."
The coffin is forced open with tentacles peeking out.
"My pearl, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you, I promise! Please d-don't don't don't d-d-d-on't leave mmm-mme mmm-mem-me!" Azul pleads, glitching as the coffin slams shut again, cutting off part of his tentacles.
The coffin disappears into dust, and I look at the mirror.
...What the fuck was that?!
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doodleferp · 1 year
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Some fairytale sketches that’ll never get finished, lol. I wanted to do some Red Riding Breg redesigns, so I had bombarded @eldritch-spouse with some thoughts I had.
Long story short, Madds is a friend of Evil Queen Santi’s and she comes to hang out at the castle sometimes. Miraculously, Santi’s plan to keep her away from the big horny humanfucker he adopted had worked…for a time. Now Breg knows she’s here, knows who she is, and eagerly awaits her arrivals so he can smother her with affection.
Thankfully, Santi is an absolute bro and gets Madds some respite when he can.
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yandereloveraw · 2 months
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Dragon! Archie, clutching Queen! Vanilla: You'll never have her!
Knight! Xavier: And why is that?
Dragon! Archie: Because I love you!
[Cut to Xavier carrying his new dragon boyfriend in the distance while Vanilla waves them off.]
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abrokecupoftea · 2 years
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part iii
@ionlysurviveoncaffine has voted for unlocking the transportation! so! that's what we're doing!
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the closer you get to the empty boat, the more silent your surroundings become. the banks of the river feel like mush beneath your feet, a chill enveloping your body as the souls of the damned call out to you.
the boat seems to sway slightly, out-of-place with it's shiny wooden hull gleaming in contrast to the gloomy grey river.
the boat seems to make itself over to you, a clear path being unfolded for it as it avoids all the outstretched hands reaching for salvation.
"get in." a smiling figure appeared on the boat as it's hull touched the riverbanks.
a sharp smile contrasted his empty eyes as he bowed down. "where would you like to travel today?"
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THIRD CHOICE:
do you travel southbound, where the riveter ends in a horrifying drop, the scenery below it strikingly different than the gloomy woods that seems to surround you presently
or
do you travel northward, where the river get frighteningly close to the castle you had tried to avoid before.
since you've gotten this far, let me lend you some wisdom. you're in his domain right now, so right now, out of all of them, he's watching you the closest. but- every monster can be avoided if you weigh your options carefully enough
and as always, remember: they're watching you. they're always watching you- never forget that
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rnakamura22 · 1 year
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Path to Destruction 2
As the key necklace continued to pull you toward the door of the grand castle, you began to faintly look around you. The castle itself was dark, and yet there was a faint yet eerie sign that someone, no, several people were watching you from afar. Not one, but multiple people. There was also a grand garden with flowers blooming everywhere that released a smell that was tempting and sweet, yet somehow it seemed like the smell that lured the prey into its clutches. And little did you know that the prey tonight........was you. And it seemed like you were the most delicious prey they had ever seen.
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“Hello...? Is somebody here?” you said at the same time you quietly opened the castle door with the heart shaped key. The door creaked loudly as it opened, reminiscing the age of the building. The castle inside was dark, and it looked like no person was living there. “How dark....and scary....” you shivered as you took another step inside. You spotted an old candlestand by the fireplace that was still dimly lit. As you lit the three candlesticks with fire and hold it up, you screamed. There it was, seven people, some who sat on the stairs and others who stood there, all looking at you. All of them were handsome in their own way, all dressed in an identical pair of outfits that were made with green fabric and had gold chains with a white shirt that were fit for a prince. Before you knew the words came out of your mouth. “Angels...?” Ironically, those words were the final trigger that decided your fate. You were clearly walking on the path to destruction, unable to run away.
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Prince Charming! Hawks: My fair maiden! I’ve come to rescue you from that burnt Asshole!
Princess Reader, currently petting Dragon! Dabi: Hi Hawks! Care to join us?
Dragon! Dabi: *Insert shit eating grin.*
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kneelingshadowsalome · 9 months
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König masterlist
Minotaur!König x Ariadne!Reader {Mythical AU, dubcon smut, flangst, Beauty and the Beast elements, 18+}
There’s nothing but ripped shreds of skin where the eyes should be, and instead of looking at you from the sides, they’re greeting you from the front. The horns are sturdy, but otherwise, the colossal head is a bit skewed... Thick patches of fur sticking out as if it was years and years old, and then – you realize it’s not his head; it’s only an illusion. There’s a man under there. A full, grown man who’s made himself a terrible helmet out of a bull’s carcass. 
Part 1 | Part 2
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Christian Woman {Romance, angst, fluff, smut, 18+}
König x Nun!Reader | This man could be your brother, you tell yourself. He could be a long-distance cousin. There’s nothing fishy going on around here, and he’s just visiting. You miss a few midday prayers, and once, your chores, and the relationship turns out to be far from platonic. König can’t even keep his eyes in check. 
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
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Possession {Dark fic, heavy angst, smut, 18+}
König x Maid!Reader | Poor thing doesn’t know that he may be rich and powerful and strong, but he’s not kind. He’s not considerate, and he’s not perfect. He’s her worst nightmare, he's everything a woman would despise. 
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FATUM NOS IUNGEBIT {Historical AU. Roman Auxilia soldier!König with his spoils of war gf. Slow burn, romance, violence, fluff, eventual smut, 18+}
König x F!Reader | The soldiers behind him shift with lust – their gear clinks as they devour you with unbridled hunger. The Titan is the only one who looks at you like you’re simply a cute little squirrel who happened to fall from a tree right there at his feet. Then his eyes drop to your breasts, and the familiar hunger that lives in men gives the ocean of his eyes a clouded look. When his stare finds yours again, he's a different man: the treacherous beast of your dreams.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
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Valkyrie {Dubcon, smut, flangst, romance, 18+}
Virgin!König x F!OC | The situation had indeed taken a turn into a sick fairytale. Like, come on. Valkyrie and König? Some stupid hippie would've loved that: how it was meant to be, destined, even, that the two of them had met. That she was a damsel in distress, and he was here to save her from the ring of fire.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
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Just Friends {Dark romance, smut, heavy angst, 18+ WARNING: Not safe or sane}
König x F!Reader | She's far too kind, that's what people always say, but she's also neck-deep into this goddamn creep at this point to do anything about it. The building is full of muscled men, men who are decent, and she chooses this… gift-bearing perv to crush on. In her judgment system, she's basically asking for it at this point.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
Even Demons are Lonely {Angst, pining, König POV, yandere, 18+} He comes back after a mission {Fluff, mild smut, angst, yandere, 18+} Just Friends playlist (by @evil-squint-etc) Art for Just Friends by @shizukaay0
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Yandere!König headcanons & drabbles 🚩(NSFW)
Random headcanons List of König's fantasies What if reader was a virgin? Picnic with König What if she tried to leave? König shaves your 🐱 Yandere!König x Yandere!Reader AU
More under yandere könig tag!
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wildestdreamsblog · 1 year
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a one shot w jk and the one night stand scenario pls pls i beg 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ delulu levels r off the charts ever since ck
What he wants, he gets
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (idol au)
Warnings: Soft Yandere, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.
3000 celebration
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‘Fuck,’ you mouthed as you looked down at your bare body covered only by a white sheet, and then slowly and horrifyingly turned to look at the man beside you. Your eyes widened even further, your heart beat faster as recognition dawned on your face.
Fuck, indeed.
You let your head fell back down on the pillow in frustration. You couldn’t even have the luxury of experiencing any onslaught of confusion about what happened the night before because you knew full well. The soreness in between your thighs and the marks you could see scattered on your chest were enough to tell you what shouldn’t have happened.
You blamed the alcohol.
You even blamed the man beside you.
But worst of all, you blamed yourself.
You meant, in the first place, why did you allow yourself to go out and drink and completely lost it?!
And of all the people you could have slept with, why on earth did you sleep with the Jeon Jungkook?!
God, you knew you had to leave before he even woke up. You couldn’t even begin to imagine how he would react when he saw you beside him. He would probably think you tricked him somehow.
With bated breath, you lifted the heavy arm filled with artistic tattoos. You carefully watched his face, taking note of the way he whined when you left his arm. He was frowning adorably before you place a pillow in his arm.
You looked down at his handsome face. His dark, luscious hair was like a halo in perfect contrast to the white pillow. His slightly agape lips looked as kissable as they did last night. Jeon Jungkook looked like a dark prince that stepped out of a fairytale. He looked like a dream with his innocent face and his eyes filled with childlike wonder, yet his sinful body told a different story.
Sadly, you had to leave the dream and wake up.
You just wished he didn’t recognize you.
With a small, bitter smile on your lips, you kissed his cheek softly. And with that, you left. In your haste, you unknowingly left behind your bracelet with your name engraved on the inside,
Three weeks passed and yet, the memory of your time with him was still deeply etched in your mind. The way he kept looking at you in secret, a shy smile gracing his lips, the way the colorful lights from the club reflected on him, the way he finally built the courage to walk to you- they were all living rent free in your mind. The marks he so delightfully left in your skin may have already faded, but you could still feel him. The way he was so shy when he approached you was so opposite to how he was when he was on stage. The way he laughed at your jokes was like music in your ears… and the way he looked at you with interest and shyness both glinting in his eyes made you pull him by his clothes to kiss him. You squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself to forget. You have to if you were going to work with the group.
“Until when are you going to sulk, Jungkookie?” Jin asked the youngest maknae, his voice both worried and with a hint of sermon. Ever since he woke up hours later without you and with no trace of you except the bracelet you left behind, he felt angry. That was almost a month ago and everyone in the group could feel the shift in his mood and it was affecting them.
Jungkook was someone who was often laidback, someone who didn’t want to feel negative emotions. However, everyone knew he hated when he was being ignored and what you were doing was the highest form of neglect he had ever felt in his life.
“Until I see her again,” he answered quietly, his eyes focused on the bracelet he was wearing. It was tight on his wrist, but he didn’t care. This bracelet was the only information he had on you.
“Jungkook, you know we always give you everything you want. But we can’t give you her. Not when we don’t know anything about her except her first name,” Namjoon explained gently, his patience endless when it came to the golden maknae. He could see how you were able to affect Jungkook. This was the first time they saw him be attracted to someone, really attracted to someone.
Because if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t lose sleep over you. He wouldn’t go home to his hyungs with tears in his eyes saying he lost you. He wouldn’t still look for you if you were meaningless.
“You’ll find her, Jungkook. We’ll help you, okay? But now, we need you to focus in this meeting.”
The meeting ran long. It was both draining yet productive to the boys. After deciding to call it a day, Jungkook walked out of the room. His eyes were focused on his phone when he felt someone ran into him. His hand immediately went out to steady her.
The girl bowed down her head in apology, her hair covering her face as she refused to meet Jungkook’s doe eyes. He tilted his head, about to ask her if she was okay. His large hand was still touching her forearm when he caught her.
And he felt something he couldn’t name.
Your heart beat faster. It was just your luck to run into him when you thought you successfully evaded him the whole meeting. But there was no way he recognized you, right?
“Have..have we met before?” He asked in confusion, his voice deep as he tried to peek at your face.
“N-no,” you answered while shaking your head, your hair still carefully placed in front of you. Your eyes were now on his hand that was still touching you. Your eyes widened when you recognized that bracelet.
It was yours.
Why was he wearing that?
In your surprise, you looked up at his dark and beautiful eyes. And before he could even process anything, you were apologizing yet again and walking as fast as you could to the elevator without looking suspicious.
Jungkook turned his broad back on you, his brows furrowed as he tried to remember your features and where he saw you. It was merely a second, only full second that he got to see your face before you hid behind your hair again.
You really looked familiar.
You felt familiar.
Could you be-
“Y/N! Enjoy your weekend!”
You had just entered when your coworker saw you. She waved at you, unknowing about the chaos she created.
The elevator was closing when you looked up and saw Jungkook snapped his head to you. His eyes looked betrayed as recognition finally dawned on him.
It was you.
It was your name. With purpose, he ran to the elevator only for him to miss it by half a second. You slumped back to the wall. There was no way that he didn’t recognize you now, his face told you everything.
Fuck. He was fucking mad.
He was fuming mad. He probably thought that you took advantage of him, never minding that he was bigger and stronger than you.
But still, he was younger than you by almost two years. You closed your eyes, praying this was all a bad dream. But the elevator finally dinged, signaling the basement floor. You opened your eyes just as the elevator door opened, only to reveal a huffing Jungkook.
He was breathing hard after running down the flights of stairs. There was no way in hell you would escape him now, not when he finally found you.
His dark clothes made him looked more imposing, more dangerous. His booted feet entered the elevator slowly, sauntering to where you were practically glued to the wall.
“Why are you running from me, noona?” He asked with his head tilted to the side. His voice was soft, but he was anything but.
Jungkook was both happy, yet angry. Happy that he finally found you. Angry that you had once again ran away from him, something that you weren’t allowed to do anymore.
Not when he finally found you.
“J-jungkook, that night was a mistake. I’m sorry,” you said with shaky voice, your hand stretched out in front of you to stop him from cornering you even further.
“Noona, how could you leave me alone?” He asked you with a pout, his hand caressing your face. Fucking finally. Finally, he could touch you again. “You promised me that you wouldn’t leave me.”
What?
“It wasn’t a mistake…it was meant to be,” he continued despite your grip on his thick wrist. You tried to stop him, but he was too determined and strong. His large body crowded you. He looked down at you with dark eyes, his eyebrow piercing glinting from the elevator’s light.
“But I forgive you. We’ll start again, noona.”
You were attracted to him, really you were. But the way he was right now, the way he sounded almost…terrifying, woke you up from the dream you were in. Jungkook was no prince charming.
“I need you to step back, Jungkook,” you said with a strong voice, pushing him away to no avail. “We need to talk about this?”
Jungkook chuckled darkly. “You want to talk? Fine, we’ll talk, noona.”
And before you knew it, he leaned down and your body was thrown over his wide shoulder.
Who would hear your cry for help in the basement? Who would stop him?
“Is that her?” Taehyung asked as he watched their maknae carried someone over his shoulder. He was finally smiling. No one knew this side of Jungkook. Behind his sweet smiles and personality, Jeon Jungkook was an obsessive man. No one knew, and unlucky you, you were about to experience first hand.
“It seems like,” Jimin answered before smiling.
No one could really control their maknae. What he wanted, he got.
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I remember seeing this post about la squadra in the snow white au, they’re the hunters but turn yandere for snow white darling. That’s all I know since the account is now deactivated
That's interesting. Shame they deactivated I would have loved to see that but here's my take on the idea.
One member of La squadra perhaps Melone (or Pesci but I don't really write requests for him as I personally don't like him) are tasked with killing snow white but they instantly become infatuated and decide to stage the death and kidnap them instead.
They attempt to hide snow white in the hunters hideout but the other huntsman find out. At first Risotto is firm that they are killed as requested and a few of the others agree but snow white desperately pleads for them to spare them. Eventually a deal is struck that they serve the huntsman. Cook, clean and mend.
Slowly one after the other they fall for them. The evil queen knows what's happened but doesn't intervene initially assuming it'll only be a matter of time before snow white makes a mistake and ends up dead or disfigured but when that doesn't happen she disguises herself to trick snow white to escape only to get caught but they never get killed so then she returns a final time with the poisoned apple and offers it to snow white who desperate to eat accepts the fruit.
The huntsman return to find snow white on the floor unconscious, at first it's assumed they are dead but one of them figures out that they are still alive. They leave snow white on one of the beds and eventually return to their work.
One day during a time where the huntsman are on a long trip a prince is lost and stumbles upon their hideout and decides to rest for the night there. He finds snow whites seemingly dead body and instantly makes preparations to return with a glass coffin so that he may display them as a piece in his castle.
He returns a few days later with said coffin and retrieves them from the hideout but the huntsman return in time and to catch the prince and an altercation occurs. During this the coffin dropped causing the apple piece to be dislodge and Snow white to wake up.
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euphoricfilter · 1 year
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im in LOVE w your yandere ddlg fics… can i request one w namjoon? 🫣🫣 i feel like he fits the ddlg concept so well ugh
𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦:
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pairing: yandere! namjoon x f. reader
genre: fluff || smut || non-idol au || established relationship au ||
summary: if namjoon’s life were a book, he thinks the day his eyes set on you, it had been the start of a fairytale. where he is the prince, and you, his princess.
word count: 5.5k
tags/ warnings: disgusting amounts of fluff, buff bf namjoon, reader is definitely an ipad baby, she’s also very very spoiled, and very very shy, ddlg themes, non-sexual dom joon, descriptions of murder, a few references to literature, smut in the forms of: unprotected sex (this is fiction, don’t be stupid), dom! namjoon, sub! reader, he’s girthy, size kink, cockwarming, belly bulge, dick riding, female masturbation, fingering, oral (f. receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, lots of praise, and she’s a bit of a pillow princess, aftercare
notes: i agree!! he fits this concept so well!! and thank you for reading my other works babes! and here i present my last post of 2022! if there are mistakes, no there aren’t you didn’t see anything
request rules can be found here || my masterlist
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You were Namjoon’s fairytale dream. A distressed princess locked in the wicked witch’s tower— that was this corrupt world that the two of you lived in.
Him, your knight in shining armour, sweeping you off your feet and dressing you in pretty dresses and jewels just like a true princess.
Truthfully Namjoon liked the classics better, words articulated like poetry and feelings forever carved into paper with ink. Little pieces of each author weaved into each book they’d ever written, secrets between pages and fantasies hidden behind flowery words. Hours upon hours of knowledge stacked up in Namjoon’s mind, useless little things that no one had ever cared to ask him about.
Perhaps romance novels were his guilty pleasure. That sickly feeling you get, reading about two people so in love that you have to sit back and realise that your own life is nothing more than a slow burn. Where truly, you’re the side character that is left and forgotten, watching the people around you— the main cast of the story, fall in love and find their god-awful happiness that you can only dream of.
You see, Namjoon had learnt how patience was a virtue. He’d waited year and years for that love story, for the perfect, pure, unadulterated adoration for another human, like in all those romance novels.
Countless flings and unexplainable anger from all the women who had shattered his heart over and over again had led him to you. Had steered him towards the right path. Perhaps like the yellow brick road, him being Dorothy and you, Emerald City. His final destination.
You’d always been awfully shy. Something Namjoon completely adored about you. Something he knew you were a little insecure about; among other things.
His remedy to your doubt, fucking you until all you knew was his and your names. Fucked so dumb you could only cry, clinging onto him like he weren’t the wolf and you weren’t little red, pure white dove chomped and chewed in his jaws like Carol Ann Duffey had described— you locked in his claws as he ripped away at tattered old clothing.
Past relationships had ended on bad terms for you, similar to himself, because it seemed no one had ever taken the time to read into you properly. Hadn’t taken the time to map out your story on paper and analyze you; the perfect specimen, the apple of his eye, a goddess among humans and his pretty little princess.
So soft and so pretty. Something a little sick, twisted, in his mind that he’d been able to lock you away in a cage like a bird, delicate little wings snapped in two where escape was impossible; thoughts of a life without him nothing more than a breathy whisper in the wind.
“Which one do you want today, sweetheart?” Namjoon’s arm laces around your shoulder, tugging you closer into his side. Your Mary Janes tapping gently against the tile floor.
You peer into the display case, fingers tightly clasped around the sleeve of his hoodie; an anchor for your fraying feelings, anxiety creeping up your spine.
He doesn’t rush you, simply raising an eyebrow at the worker behind the counter who gets angsty at your thoughtful pondering. Line of customers slowly building behind the two of you; and Namjoon can hear a few impatient mutters.
“Strawberry, please” you fall back into his side, weight solely dependent on Namjoon holding you up.
Your boyfriend turns his attention back towards the barista, fingers carding through your hair.
“One americano, a hot chocolate and one of the strawberry cakes, thank you” he turns his attention back to you; watching as you rock and forth on your heels.
“Why don’t you go and pick a table out for us, darling?”
You hum, fingers tugging at his sleeve mindlessly once more before you’re scampering towards a table by the window.
Namjoon feels his cock twitch in his pants as you bend over the table slightly, collecting the discarded straw wrappers that had been left on the table; and he watches your skirt raise a little up your thighs, supple skin taunting him.
He doesn’t bother with whatever the barista tells him, pushing his card across the counter as he watches you; legs bouncing anxiously as you grip the hem of your shirt, finally taking a seat.
He waves at you as he waits at the end of the counter, the scent of freshly brewed coffee thick in the air and Namjoon worries about the impeding headache you’re sure to have.
“Here you go, pretty” he places the tray in the middle of the table, tutting when you go to grab your mug of hot chocolate. You simply fall back into your chair, eyes trained on Namjoon’s hand as he places your drink before you.
“Thank you” you smile up at him as he pulls out the chair beside you.
“You’re welcome” he coos, dragging your chair closer to his own, his neck craning to kiss your temple.
Your smile is shy though your attention is quickly snatched by his fingers that dig around the pocket of his hoodie.
He pushes his phone to your side of the table, hand laying heavy on the back of your neck as you pick it up.
“I’m gonna get a new high score” you tell your boyfriend, turning to give him a determined smile as your tap tap tile game loads.
“Yeah?” he asks, eye smile so pretty you get lost looking at him for a moment. Only snapping out of your own little reverie when he blows on your hot chocolate. “Drink up” he reminds you.
You nod, delicate fingers picking your mug up by the handle, and you watch as Namjoon brings his own coffee to his lips for a taste.
“Good?”
You nod, “Good”
Namjoon’s thumb continues to brush over the back of your neck as you hunch over the table, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you load up one of the songs of your game.
Your mouth falls open when Namjoon’s fingers dig into the back of your hair, tugging your head back.
He watches as your lips close around the forkful of cake he feeds you, endeared smile on his face as a little bit of the cream clings to the corners of your lips. You don’t seem to take much notice as his thumb brushes over your bottom lip, eyes glued to the screen of his phone.
Your lips part after swallowing, tongue peeking out to lick at the pad of Namjoon’s thumb before he’s slipping it into your mouth.
“Yummy?” he asks, and you fall back into your chair— game suddenly long forgotten as Namjoon’s thumb lays heavy on your tongue.
You nod, fingers itching for the fork. Your boyfriend simply tuts, “Let me do that for you” his thumb slips out of your mouth, soon replaced with another large forkful of strawberries and cream.
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Namjoon’s attention is quickly snatched from his laptop when he hears a gentle knock on the door of his home office.
You always seemed to count a few seconds before you opened the door, always mindful that he was often busy; even if he’d made it clear that he was never too busy for you.
“What’s wrong, darling?” he closes his laptop, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.
“You’re not in bed” you whisper, still lingering in the doorway. Frilly-socked feet shuffling anxiously against the carpet.
Namjoon thinks you look like a dream, eyes heavy with lingering sleep, thin strap of your silk nightdress slipping off your shoulder as you curl in on yourself. Always ever so shy, even after years together.
He’d taken his time pampering you that evening. An hour spent in the bath where’d he’d lathered your body in thick suds of soap, sweet smelling like roses that had sat in the summer sun all afternoon, skin warm like petals that had basked in the golden rays of light. Silent promises of a love that will last forever, until he takes his last breath, until the world ceases to exist and his love can longer be— traced under light fingertips that knew your body better than you ever would.
You squirmed as he’d rubbed lotion into every inch of skin your body had to offer— body his temple, your soul his goddess that he worshiped like you were his only purpose in life. Each breath he took, every step he’d continue to take, everything for you.
You’d laid spread across his lap as he’d worked any knots out of your back before dressing you up pretty for bed. Flimsy silk nightdress tickling your skin, brushing against bare thighs, where Namjoon’s hands had the freedom to roam your body until you’d been giggling at him to stop.
His favorite pastime, brushing your hair before bed; his hands those of Rumplestiltskin, each strand treated like intricately created golden thread, gentle as he tugs each knot until perfect.
He’d been there when you’d fallen asleep, bones jelly after he’d fingered you to an orgasm and mind nothing more than cotton candy softness as you’d tugged your precious little bunny to your chest. A gift he’d given you your first date together; and although you claimed you never had favorites , it was always his bunny that remained in your arms as you slept.
And truly he thought tonight he would finish up the last of the project he’d been given, the rest of the week yours; his time cupped in your hands to use however you pleased. The smile you were sure to give him each day after work, worth the pain of a single one nighter.
“I have some work to finish up, why don’t you go lay down, and I’ll be there in a little while” he tilts his head, gentle smile toying at the corners of his lips.
Your lips mould into a pout, “No” you shake your head, voice pulling out a little whiny “You have to come with me, Joonie. Right now”
“But I’m busy, darling” he coos, rolling his chair away from his desk. Legs falling open and he wonders how long it’ll take you to crawl into his lap.
He watches you thrown yourself to the floor, falling to your knees with a dull thump, and he worries they’ll bruise. You don’t seem to care, too pre-occupied with the start of your bubbling tantrum to care about any future injuries; you’ll be sure to milk all of your boyfriend’s sympathy when you he patches you up later. Crying until he’s kissing it all better, and maybe he’ll buy you a gift for being so brave.
He’d seen you scrolling through a few shops online earlier in the day before dinner, rosy-red blush painting your cheeks at a few items you’d hopefully saved.
You hiccup, stuffed bunny clung to your chest as you shake your head. “No, no” you sniffle, “You have to come now” your legs kick a little underneath you.
It was no secret that Namjoon liked to spoil you. Truthfully, he didn’t see the issue— what else was he supposed to do when housing a little princess? If you wanted something then who was he to say no?
Especially when you looked up at him through wet lashes, tears clinging to your cheeks like freshly fallen rain would the petal of a flower.
“Don’t cry” he frowns, heart clenching at the utter distraught on your face; cheeks glazed in saline tears and eyes watery, another miserable cry ready to slip past your lips. “Come here, my precious little baby”
The sob you let out is pitiful, bunny’s fluffy little paw held so tight in your hand as you push yourself to stand. Floppy ears soaking up your tears as you wipe your cheeks.
Namjoon’s hand’s curl under your thighs as you push yourself into his lap, a new wave of tears spilling down your cheeks.
“oh dolly” he croons, “You’ve been fussy all day, haven’t you? What’s wrong?”
Your arms wrap around his neck, face tucked tightly into his shoulder as you choke on another sob. Bunny tucked between your chests.
His thumb is gentle as it brushes over the top of your thighs.
“Tell me what happened” he rests his cheek against the top of your head, mean little smile pulling at his cheeks as your sobs fizzle to little hiccups.
“Work” you whisper, fingers threading into his hair, tugging rhythmically as you mouth at his neck.
“What happened at work?”
You whine, pushing your body flush against Namjoon’s. His hands wander, grabbing your ass as you rock forwards; bare pussy brushing over his pyjama pants.
“There’s a— there’s a new guy” your hips falter and Namjoon holds in a groan as your weight settles right over his cock.
Namjoon hums, “What about him?”
“He—“ a breathy moan drips off your tongue as his fingers dig into the meat of your ass.
“He what, darling? I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong” he murmurs, fingers mean as he tugs your face away from his neck by the back of your hair.
Your mouth falls open, and Namjoon watches your eyes glaze over, though this time it’s not tears; and he wonders if you can see how ruined you look in the reflection of his glasses.
“Tell me” your thighs clenching at his tone.
You whimper, “He said a bad word, can’t say it”
Namjoon’s head tips backwards, “Go ahead and say it, baby. I won’t get mad”
“Promise?”
He smiles, endeared “Promise”
“He asked me on a date” your fingers grasp onto the neckline of his shirt, and your boyfriend hums, “I said no, because I have a boyfriend”
“And?”
He watches as your bottom lip quivers, breath hitching in your throat. “Said you didn’t need to know, could be a quick fuck in the back room”
Namjoon’s jaw ticks, “What’s his name?” his fingers skim over your jaw, your hips jutting forward. “Name, darling”
“Jimin” you breathe, “Told Nana, and she said she’d talk to him”
“Yeah?” Namjoon hums, “I’ll sort him out, okay?”
“Okay” you nod.
“Well done for telling me, darling” he smiles, an attempt to ease any lingering anxiety you had. The last thing he wanted was for you to hate work when you enjoyed it so much.
Your hips rut forwards, Namjoon pulling your nightdress up around your hips, watching as your bare cunt drags over his slowly hardening cock.
You lean forwards, lips brushing over Namjoon’s jaw as his hands guide your hips. You moan as the head of his cock brushes over your clit.
“Feel good, darling?” Namjoon’s breathing is heavy, one of his arms tucking under your thighs as he hoists you further up his chest, his free hand tugging his pants down.
Your hand travels between your bodies, tips of your fingers brushing over Namjoon’s slit, precum oozing out the tip as your hand runs down his length.
“Up you get” he helps you, head of his cock running through your slit as you roll your hips forwards.
You bite down on your bottom lip, watery whines bubbling up your throat with each nudge of your boyfriend’s cock running over your clit. Arousal seeps past your folds down Namjoon’s length.
You hold his cock against your cunt, Namjoon’s fingers digging into your hips, sure to leave bruises, but you didn’t seem to care all that much as your hips roll forward.
“Inside Joonie” you whine, tongue laving over the skin of his neck.
Namjoon takes a hold of the base of his cock, and you use his shoulders as leverage, chair wobbling under your joint weight as you line up his cockhead with your hole.
Your fingers run through your folds, wetness soaking your fingers as you circle your clit gently, Namjoon helping you as the tip of his cock brushes over your hole. And you let out an involuntary whine as the stimulation.
Your arms wrap around Namjoon’s neck, head of his cock splitting you open as you ease yourself down an inch before you’re pulling off slowly.
“Your pretty little pussy is so small” Namjoon groans. Flared cockhead pulling your pussy taught as you try and ease down lower.
You breath gets stuck in your throat, Namjoon’s fingers gently thumbing at your clit as you clench around his length. Slowly starting to stuff each agonizing inch into your cunt.
You whine as you reach the hilt, hips rutting forward messily. You moan at the lick of please that wracks through your body with each slow drag of Namjoon’s thick cock against your walls.
Namjoon pulls your face away from hiding by the back of your neck, tugging you until your lips mould into one, tongue pushed into your mouth, fresh minty toothpaste coating his tastebuds.
You start to bounce in his lap, childish impatience starting to take over as you chase after an orgasm. Always a little greedy when it came to your own pleasure, using Namjoon to get yourself off before you ever allow him to chase his own release.
“That’s it” he moans, unabashed in his arousal.
Namjoon uses his legs as an anchor, holding the two of you in place, ensuring the chair doesn’t tip over as the back of your thighs slap against the top of his own.
You moan as his thumb continues to brush over your clit, a ring of your arousal gathered at the base of his cock with each jittery raise of your hips.
“Doing so well for me” Namjoon groans, “Always such a good girl, yeah?”
“Mhmm” you nod, bunny tumbling to the floor. Long forgotten as you feel the precipice of your pleasure slowly boiling away in your stomach.
“Gonna cum for me?”
Your thighs shake at that, deep groan of pleasure shooting straight to your cunt as you continue to ride Namjoon like it were the last time.
“Go on, cum for me”
Namjoon’s hands find themselves perched under your ass, aiding you as your legs start to grow tired. Muscles in his arms bulging as he drags you up and down his length.
“So small, could use you as my own little fleshlight. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” he groans, mirth swimming in his eyes.
Meanly, Namjoon pinches your clit and that’s all it takes for searing hot pleasure to wash over your body, thighs shaking at your release.
You hiccup another sob at the burning arousal as Namjoon continues to ram his cock back up inside you, thick rivulets of your slick coating his balls as he chases his own release.
“Too much” you cry, hands wrapping around his wrists as his fingers dig into your hips.
“I’m close, hold on for me” Namjoon’s head tips back.
Namjoon can feel your pussy as it pulsates around his length; you let out something akin to a squeak as you feel his cock twitch.
Mouth falling open in a silent moan as his warm cum paints your insides white.
You raise up on shaky legs, tip of his cock left nestled between your walls before you’re falling back down on his length; cum pushed deep inside of you.
“Oh my baby” he coos, fingers gentle as they brush through your hair, “Sleepy?”
You nod, words fizzling out on your tongue as you yawn.
Your cunt continues to clench around his cock, even as you fall asleep on his chest.
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The bell above the door is obnoxious in announcing Namjoon’s arrival.
‘Pages of Love’ the little bookshop you worked at.
He would have gotten you to quit the shitty little job by now if it didn’t hold such significance in your relationship. He’d first met you here, had dates here, and it made you so happy that Namjoon couldn’t bare to see the sad pout that would be sure to form if he ever suggested you left this place behind.
“Namjoon” the old woman behind the counter smiles, waving him over. “I’m sure you’re aware but it’s y/n’s day off”
“Actually, Nana, I’m here for something else” he smiles, expression saddened and the old woman frowns.
“Anything” she nods.
“It’s about Jimin. He doesn’t happen to be working today, does he?”
“He’s on break right now.” She tuts, “Is this about what he said to y/n. I’ve already warned him about it”
“She came home upset” he shakes his head and Nana sighs.
“Poor girl. She’s lucky to have you, Namjoon”
“Thank you” his smile is genuine, though it drops the moment he steps out the door.
And he waits, waits weeks before he decided what he wants to do with the lowly piece of shit that dared suggest you cheat on him.
Waited weeks as he wrote down every sick little fantasy he had about the ways he’d maul his body. Shredding limbs, gutting him alive. Maybe he’d decapitate him and then send his head to his mother, or chop his filthy dick off and make him watch as he fed it to whatever animal is willing to chew on nearly nothing.
Written fantasies weren’t enough. Namjoon’s fingers always itching, always eager to finally wrap around the boy’s lithe throat and make him beg for mercy until his face is red and pride oozing out of his body with his fear.
“I’m gonna be home late tonight, little one” Namjoon tucks your hair behind your ear, gentle smile rivaling your frown.
“Why?” you ask, blinking up at him through your lashes.
“I have a small job I need to take care of”
“Can I help?”
“Nope” he leans down, soft feathery kiss pressed to you cheek before he’s pulling back, standing at full height.
You look up at him, “You can’t go”
“And why not?” he challenges.
“Because” your defense weak and truly Namjoon wishes he could stay.
“I charged your ipad this morning” and your eyes light up.
“Be quick, okay?” you push yourself up on your tippy toes, hands cupping his cheeks as you press a kiss to his lips.
“Promise” he smiles, “Now be a good girl, and don’t cause any trouble”
“I won’t” you wave him off.
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Namjoon isn’t exactly sure what he expects to see when he finally gets home, a quick detour to Seokjin’s house to wash off Jimin’s blood and a change of clothes taking longer than he’d anticipated when his friend had insisted on making them both tea.
He can’t help the groan that bubbles up his throat at the sight of you. Skirt flipped up with three fingers, knuckle deep inside your pretty little pussy as you play a colour by number game on your ipad.
“Fucking hell, darling” he kicks his shoes off, jacket long forgotten on the floor as he crouches down in front of you.
You pull your slick covered fingers out of your cunt, gently circling your clit as you blink down at him.
“Couldn’t wait until I got home?”
“I got bored” you whine, legs falling open wider and Namjoon takes that as his invitation to run his thumb through your slit.
His hands hold your thighs in place as he leans down to press a kiss over your clit, tongue slipping from between his lips to lick over the bundle of nerves.
You hips stutter as his tongue drags across your folds, another wave of arousal seeping out your cunt at the unexpected nudge of his tongue against you hole.
Your fingers tangle into your boyfriend’s hair as he sucks over your clit, fingers teasing your entrance before he’s pushing two fingers inside of you.
“How pretty” he coos, accompanied by a wet squelch. “The prettiest little pussy, it’s a wonder how you fit anything inside of you”
You squirm, finger stuffed into your mouth as you try and hold back an embarrassed moan.
“Not little” you whine, hips chasing Namjoon’s fingers each time he pulls out.
“Oh, but you are” your thighs twitch as his warm breath brushes over your sensitive clit, hours of mindless toying with your cunt bringing you to the brink of an orgasm.
Namjoon kisses over your mound, kisses over your clit, and then kisses over his fingers as they curl up inside of you.
He can’t help the smile that pulls at his cheeks at the guttural moan you let out when he finds that particular spot inside of you.
“Cum for me, darling” his voice breathless, as he starts to scissor his fingers.
All it takes is one mean little nip to your clit and you’re tipping over the edge; legs shaking as they clamp around your boyfriend’s head.
His tongue continues to flick over your clit, fingers nestled deep within your walls as he helps you ride out your high.
“Enough” you whimper, tugging his head away from between your legs.
You squirm at the glossy sheen that covers Namjoon’s chin when he finally pulls away from your pussy.
“Well done” his hands run up and down your trembling thighs, “Think you can take a little more?”
Your eyes flicker down to his cock, heavy in his pants and you nod; tongue wetting your lips.
“My good girl”
Namjoon pulls you to lay across the length of the couch, fingers tugging your blouse over your head as you shuck off your skirt.
You tug messily at the back of your bra, and Namjoon smiles, bending down to help you.
He groans, taking one of your nipples into his mouth as he palms himself through his slacks.
“God, you’re so pretty”
Your squeak when he bites the plush skin, trail of kisses searing as he reaches your neck.
Your hands fumble with his pants, waistband pulled taught as your try and slip your fingers into his underwear.
“Always so impatient, aren’t you?” he coos, “here let me help you”
You pout at the loss of warmth, the loss of his large body completely covering your own; hands grabbing for neck when he sits up on his knees.
Your hips rock upwards, silently begging for any sort of stimulation as you watch Namjoon’s cock spring free, slapping against his stomach.
Your pussy gushes another wave of slick at the sight of your boyfriend with his hand wrapped around his cock, his hands always had been big; swallowing the girth of his cock when your fingers barely wrapped around it.
You can feel the phantom ache in your jaw, countless times he’d shoved his dick into your mouth, splitting it open like he would your cunt with absolutely no mercy.
“You’re staring” though there’s no embarrassment in his tone, eyebrow lifted cocky and lazy smile tugging at your lips.
“Inside, please” you whine, legs falling open enough for him to slot in place.
“Of course, sweetheart”
Your legs tremble in anticipation, eyes squeezing shut as he runs the head through the slit; slicking up his length before he’s pushing at your entrance.
“You sure you can fit me?” you can hear the laugh in his voice, retort on the tip of your tongue only he chooses that moment to nudge the tip of his cock over your clit.
“Joonie” you complain, “please, need you”
And Namjoon watches, lets you, grab onto his length, watching as you rut your hips down until he’s popping inside of you.
Your walls constrict around him, and he’s absolutely fascinated by how such a small pussy is even able to stretch around him.
“Good girl” and he can’t help the moan that follows.
He’s barely thrusting, gentle roll of his hips feeding each inch of his cock into your wet cunt.
You moan like he was ramming into you, always so sensitive, always so responsive to his touch.
“Feel good?” he asks when he finally bottoms out, thighs connected and heartbeats in sync. It’s moments like these Namjoon revels being alive, being one with you. Truly the closest you’ll ever be to one another; and he thinks he finally feels complete when lodged between your sodden walls.
“So deep” you whisper, fingers skimming over your stomach.
Namjoon pulls your legs over his shoulders, bending forwards until you’re almost folded in half.
Your moan is breathless when he gently pulls out, only to snap his hips back into you.
Your hands grasp onto the pillows of the couch as Namjoon picks up his pace, your tits bouncing, and cunt squelching with every brutal thrust into you.
“Fucking hell, you are tiny” Namjoon groans, and you whimper as his hand presses down on your lower stomach.
You dare take a look, hiccup of a moan ripped from your throat as you see it. An outline of his cock right bellow your belly button, head nudging the taught skin with each thrust into you, only for it to disappear as he pulls out.
Your fingers splay over it, cunt convulsing around his length as your feel him move under your skin.
You feel it rising, pussy swollen and worn from your previous orgasm. Namjoon seems to know, he always knows when you’re slowly climbing to the peak of high.
His fingers find clit, tight little circles sending jolts of pure, blissful pleasure through your body, another wave of arousal seeping out your cunt to soak his cock.
“Gonna cum for me?” he moans between eat thrust, “Be a good girl and cum for me”
The cry you let out is near pornographic, knees knocking against the side of Namjoon’s head as he continues to flick at your clit. Pleasure numbing that when you finally reach your high, your mind blanks, a blanket of fluff consuming you as Namjoon continues to jackhammer into your used cunt.
“Doing so well for me. So close. I’m so close” he groans, fingers finally pulling off your clit as your thighs continue to shake.
When you come to, Namjoon’s thrusts are a sloppy, thrusts barely coordinated as he ruts into you.
And your breath hitches at the final twitch of his cock, he pushes as far into you as he can before he’s cumming.
Thick waves of cum filling you up. He groans as you clench around him, walls still spasming from your own release. And he gently rocks into you, an attempt to push his cum as deep into your soiled cunt as possible.
“You did so well, darling” he swallows thickly, back of his hand wiping the sheen of sweat from his forehead.
You whine as he begins to pull out, mixture of both your releases dribbling out of your hole.
Your thighs twitch when Namjoon parts your lips, hole clenching around nothing as you push another wave of his cum out of your pussy. His fingers scoop it up, circling your entrance before he’s pushing them back between your walls.
“What do you think about a bath?” he hums, watching your eyes fall droopy.
You nod, hands blindly grabbing for your boyfriend to pick you up.
He smiles down at you, arms slipping beneath your body to pick you up as he wanders further into the house.
You wriggle around when he flips the light on, eyes stinging a little at the sudden burst of brightness.
“Alright missy” he sits you on the toilet, and you lean your head against his hip as pee, bones too floppy to even think of holding yourself up.
You remain sat on the toilet as he runs a bath, fussy when he picks you up again though it’s easily soothed with a gentle kiss to your lips.
He thinks you fall asleep as he washes your back, gentle as his soapy hands grope your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples and you squirm at that.
Namjoon is endeared when the two of you finally get out the bath, skin soft and sweet smelling, perfect for kisses. And he can’t help the laugh that bubbles up his throat when you kick your pyjamas away, refusing to put them on yourself when his hands were fully capable.
“Oh my little princess” he kisses both your cheeks, “How about some cake for being such a good girl?”
You see, Namjoon had always been a little bit of a liar. Had told so many lies that truly he didn’t know the what was real and what was not anymore. And if he didn’t know then you never would either.
Every little lie he’d told you from the start, every white lie, every left out detail of his life suddenly seemed insignificant when you were tucked under his chin, sleeping so peacefully, a true sleeping beauty.
And maybe he didn’t really like the classics. Maybe his real love of novels were romances, because he’d always be the prince and you’d always be his princess. A perfect fairytale that would always have a happy ending.
Because if anyone dared scribble out the pages, change his plot, then he would simply erase their existence, and the readers of his life would never know the difference.
You belonged to him. You are his as much as he is yours.
Your life his only reason. Your happiness that little spark of good that still resides inside him. And as long as you come home every day with that same pretty little smile on your face, then Namjoon feels no guilt for the countless people that lay dead, long forgotten by the world as they rest six feet under for daring bring you sadness. Because he’d erased them, with no way to wiggle their way back into the story of his life.
Because what was a prince if he couldn’t take care of a villain that would disturb his perfect fairytale ending?
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